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Enjoy three dark BDSM tales from established and up-and-coming erotica authors, plus a bonus story from Lexi Wood!

Ultimate power meets true submission in Giselle Renarde’s caging story “A Jealous God.” The fantasy of capture travels with Angel Wild on a journey that leads straight into the arms of “Dungeon Master.” Lastly, Alpha Dom treats the reader to a BDSM fantasy she won’t soon forget as he sweeps her off to a bondage hut deep in the woods. Still want more? Lexi Wood lightens the mood, turning the capture fantasy on its head in her hilarious bonus story.

You don’t want to miss this box set of dark romance BDSM shorts. It’s the perfect compilation for a surreptitious escape when you’re not supposed to be reading. If you just can’t wait to indulge, don’t worry--your secret is safe with us!

Excerpt (from my contribution, A Jealous God):

Her cage was made of chicken wire, but escape never crossed her mind. If she left, where would she go? Better yet, why would she go? Eve sat each day in patient silence, waiting for Him to appear. She did not sleep while He was away, for fear of missing out on the thrill of His arrival.

The chicken wire cut her flesh if she held the same position for too long, so she tried not to move. Her knees were scarred red with pointed ovals like eyes without irises. Eve was blind to life beyond the chicken wire.

All day, she waited to hear His key enter the front lock. The door would open and then squeal shut, but Creator never entered her room right away. Her room was, of course, a faulty descriptor. It was not her room in any sense—it was merely the room which her cage occupied.

When He entered, she cast her eyes suitably downward. Offering neither greeting nor request, she waited for Him to make His demands.

“Foul beast of the earth.” His voice boomed as He caught sight of her piddle in the corner of her cage. “Go on the newspaper. What do you think it’s there for?”
Eve cowered, but made no reply. On days when pain from the chicken wire made her faint, she liked to sit on the newspaper for relief. She couldn’t do that if it was soiled.

“A dog can be housetrained,” He spat. When she made no response, He commanded, “Lie down. Are you no better than a brute? Present yourself to me like a dog.”

Sinking to her hands and knees, Eve backed up against the cage. She raised her posterior high in the air to ensure her two holes would be aligned with the padded opening in the chicken wire. She could never be sure whether He might fuck her pussy or her ass, or her pussy and then her ass. But without any sense of self, Eve had no concept of preference. She existed solely for the enjoyment of her Creator.

Giselle’s erotic fiction has appeared in more than 100 anthologies, including prestigious collections like Best Bondage Erotica, Under Her Thumb, Serving Him and The Big Book of Bondage. In this new box set, you can snap up every story in Giselle’s Best BDSM Erotica series (and then some) at a value price!

What’s in the big box?

Tree Hugger: When the new hotshot lawyer at Navina’s firm invites her out for a hike, he comes equipped with… bungee cords? Only a cute guy like Riley could get away with tying her, naked, to the nearest tree. She’s never been much of a tree hugger, but Riley’s rough hands might change her mind.

An Appreciation for Beautiful Things: Dell's mother-in-law is convinced he's gay, but that doesn't bother him. He's got nothing to prove. Tying up his wife, spanking her, making her scream for mercy--he doesn't do these things to prove that he's straight. He just loves taking charge.

The Invisible Husband: In Greta's opinion, a good husband is like a well-trained dog: you shouldn't see or hear him, except on command. That's not to say she doesn't take good care of her pet. He even gets to sleep in the big bed when he deserves it...

Forgotten Bodies: After three kids and many years of marriage, Susan’s lost her libido. She’s afraid if she doesn't satisfy her handsome husband’s desires he’ll find someone else who will. When Anthony surprises her with a spanking, will Susan find a new route to arousal?

The Sweetest Burn: Lucinda can’t stand to feel viscous fluids dripping down her skin. Too bad! For Chef, a recipe is never complete until it's mixed with the salt, sweat and oils of her skin. Today's sweet sauce is mole poblano, a Mexican chocolate chili that will set her ablaze.

Find these great stories and ten more in Giselle’s Big Box of BDSM!

Excerpt:

From An Appreciation for Beautiful Things:

“My mom thinks you’re gay.”

“I know. She’s not exactly shy with the flagrant accusations.” Dell stared into Genevieve’s quixotic green eyes, but he didn’t find what he was looking for. “What are you so worried about?”

She looked helplessly to the night table. “You’re not… are you…?”

“You’re asking if I’m gay?”

She smiled, and then rolled her eyes. “Sorry. I’m an idiot. It’s my mom—she’s poison.”

“No, no—I get it.” Dell wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her hair. “Only a gay man can have an appreciation for beautiful things. And how ridiculous is that? Aren’t straight men supposed to have an appreciation for beautiful women?”

“You’re right.” She chuckled softly. “It doesn’t make any sense.”

“I’ll never be your caveman,” he said in all seriousness. “I love you. I desire you. I would give my life for you. But I’ll never be a belching, beer-swilling brute. That’s not who I am.”

“Thank god.” Her eyes darkened. “I mean, half your appeal is that you’re… the way you are.”

Dell cocked his head. “Gay-ish?”

From The Sweetest Burn:

Wearing only a white apron, Chef entered the room holding a metal pot in one hand and a silicone pastry brush in the other. He ignored her, at first, mixing his creation with the little blue implement and smiling like he could see the future in his sauce.

“What is it?” she asked.

She wasn’t supposed to talk, but oh well. If he didn’t want backtalk, he could eat his food off china like a normal person. But, no. He wanted to taste it on her skin—she knew him too well. The secret ingredient was that combination of her sweat and salt and body oils. Her flesh was a regular bouquet garni of human aromas.

He raised the silicon brush up, allowing a viscous dark brown, almost burgundy, fluid to drip back into the pot. Was it molasses? It did smell sweet, but she thought she got a whiff of chocolate, too, and…chili pepper? Strange combination.

“Mole Poblano,” he said at last.

“I don’t know what that is.”

His gaze was steel. So was his cock, judging by the tent in his apron. “You don’t need to know,” he replied, stirring the dark concoction. “You won’t be eating it.”

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Ryver screamed and scrambled off of Theron at the sound of Lamon's voice. She tried to cover herself as she searched for a blanket that wasn't there. She managed to pull her blouse closed, but her skirt had twisted, and she couldn't pull it down. She settled for sitting on her knees and hunching over so her blouse covered her crotch.

Theron laughed as he sat up. "I'm free, for the moment. We need to find a way to remove this damned thing." He tapped the charm. "If my powers revived it, I won't be able to use them. That will leave me defenseless. There are too many opportunistic vampires in my household to be that careless."

She hunched over further. How much had he seen? He didn't even act embarrassed or apologetic.

Theron looked over his shoulder at her. "Tell them I will be there shortly."

Lamon left without agreeing or any sign to confirm Theron's orders. At least he closed the door behind him.

Ryver huffed a few times before she snapped, "Doesn't he know how to knock?"

Theron grinned at her. "Why didn't you ask him that to his face?"

She pulled back, her instant anger dulling to mild annoyance tinged with fear. "What? No way. What if he got mad?"

"You have no issues speaking your mind around me. You give me orders and abuse me, as well. You don't worry that I might get angry."

Her heartbeat sped up a little. She asked in a small voice, "Are you angry?" She pulled back with a small whimper of fright when Theron suddenly appeared near her with his face close to hers. "Theron?"

He kissed her nose and then laughed in her face. "You're cute when you're scared. I like it."

"Bad." She reached out and bopped his nose, hoping to shift the mood back to playful. She didn't like being scared of Theron. He was her only ally in a house full of potential enemies.

He said, "I'm a very bad boy. I look forward to how you punish me later."